¹⁹ You know full well the insults I’ve received;
    you know my shame and my disgrace.
    All my adversaries are right there in front of you.
²⁰ Insults have broken my heart.
    I’m sick about it.
I hoped for sympathy,
    but there wasn’t any;
    I hoped for comforters,
    but couldn’t find any.
²¹ They gave me poison for food.
    To quench my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.